Um...Well...Sorry for the late update..Enjoy.
Roma lay on the soft deers' skin in her coffin in only panties and bra, thinking about everything. She closed her eyes and sighed.
Why does the world suck? Why does everyone hate me? Why in the world am I in my underwear and bra?
The vampire woman let out a sob, and dropped something on the floor that shattered. She rolled over to the edge of the her plush coffin and looked over the side, bumping her head on the lid in the process. Pieces of a wine bottle lay in a thousand pieces. Roma looked sightlessly at it, quite amused. There was two empty barrels on her floor, seemingly to be kicked and broken.
Was I drinking? Geez, I'm a sorry excuse for a woman. Wait, am I even the legal age to drink? How old am I? I think forty or something...
"No. I'm..." Roma hiccuped and groaned as she stood up, stepping on a piece of glass in the process, "Son of a-"
At that exact moment, a vampire soldier came into her room, "Miss. Purl, the Sire-" he stopped as his eyes bulged at the young vampire woman hopping around with her foot in the air and in her panties and bra. After seconds of the hopping, Roma put her hands on her hips, wondering why he hasn't said anything.
"What?" Roma limped towards him, swaying her hips. The guard had to admit this blind vampire woman was not bad looking at all.
"The Princes would like to see you."
Roma's face fell, "Oh, can't they wait?" The vampire stretched and yawned. The guard stared at her breast with his mouth slightly open,"And I don't want to see someone, someone with the name of Darren Shan." Roma's face darkened, "Mother fucking Shan." The guard gasped dramatically as Roma stumbled over to a pile of clothes. Slipping on a sweatshirt, pants and boots, she pushed past the guard, her face red with drunken anger, "Fine, I'll go, but you owe me more beer and wine." Roma growled as she stalked off into the hall. The guard just stood there, not believing what she called one of the most beloved princes, "Damn, she's screwed."
Darren paced back and forth in front of the four sitting princes, limping slightly, "When I get my hands on her, she is dead," The young man said through gritted teeth, "How could I have let her do that to me? What the hell?"
Sitting on one of the thrones, Mika Ver Leth smirked, "Yes, how did you let a woman attack you, Darren? Is the female cub too big of a responsibility for you?" Darren stopped his pacing and looked at the dark prince, his green eyes shooting darts and needles at his head, "Damn you."
The oldest prince Paris Skyle raised a hand, "Peace Mika and young Shan." He stroked his silky beard and sighed. Mika glared at Darren, "It's true, Darren cant even control a girl-"
"Mika!" Arrow's booming voice sounded, Vancha March jerked awake on his throne and snorted, a frightened look on his face and a glob of mucus dribbling off his chin. The bald prince glowered at Mika with gray eyes, "I think that's enough now," Arrow then looked at Darren, "It's alright kiddo, love can make you do crazy things."
"W-what...?" Darren stammered, "Ridiculous, I would never love her!" he scrunched up his nose and huffed, blushing furiously.
A soft and deep chuckle rumbled deep from Arrow's chest, "You're stubborn like Kurda, Darren." He grabbed the young prince's arm and pulled, "Sit down. You're making me dizzy with all that pacing." Darren tried to pull away, but the large prince's strength was greater than his, "I don't wanna." At this Arrow yanked Darren down and the young prince yelped as the bald prince forced him to sit on the throne next to him. Darren hurtled into the chair with a thud, hitting his chin painfully on the top as it tipped over. The large, stone chair hit the ground with an almighty crash, with Darren on top of it. He hit his forehead on the ground.
Silence. The young prince moaned and rolled over.
Vancha threw back his head and guffawed loudly as he slapped his knee, rocking back and forth on his heels. Arrow laughed, Paris chuckled and Mika was trying to hide a smile. Darren's mouth opened as he tried to say something as a bump the size of a goose egg formed on his head. "Gods..." he bit out.
"Pretty boy not so graceful now, is he?" the green haired prince hooted, holding his sides. When he was able to control himself a little, he raised a hand at Arrow, "Give me five."
As the two princes gave each other high fives that echoed around the hall, Roma had entered with a few guards flanking her, glaring furiously at them. Vancha thought the little woman glaring at them was funny and giggled, only to be silenced by a glance from Paris. The dirty prince set his face to a silly frown. Mika let a nasty smile grow across his face as Darren rose with a grunt, holding his head with one hand and rubbing his jaw with the other.
He ignored Roma for a minute, deciding whether to pick up his throne and chuck it at Arrow or to beat him with his own two fist. He decided not to do neither. Finally his green eyes met Roma's cloudy brown ones, "Roma-'
"Why am I here?" The vampire woman growled, still feeling the effects of the alcohol, "I did nothing wrong."
"You attacked another vampire out of menace, Roma Purl, one that is prince." Arrow grunted, "Unless I'm a stinking fool, that was what I call attacking."
Roma snorted.
"Don't make sounds to your superior, woman," Mika growled, "You have no right to-"
"Shut up!" Roma's voice cracked as she shouted at the dark garbed prince, "You're unfair! You're out to get me!" The guards grabbed her arms roughly and pulled her back.
"How dare you yell at me like that, bitch?" Mika snarled, menace dripping from his voice, "I should kill you right on the spot! With a dirty fork!"
"Don't talk to her like that." Vancha cut Mika off before his next sentence, feeling that he said his share of words. Mika turned in his throne towards the green haired prince, his dark eyes flashing, "Why the hell do you care Vancha March? When have you cared about the female cub?" he narrowed his eyes. Roma was surprised when Vancha didn't say anything and shame and sadness radiated off him. Knowing about the prince, she would have thought he would say something laced with vulgar words and profanity.
"Why do you care?" Mika asked again, this time in a calm voice that ticked Roma off.
"Because she's-"
"Vancha, no." Turning around, Darren looked at Vancha, shaking his head, "Don't." Vancha closed his mouth and looked away. Roma shook her head, trying to understand what just happened. The guards clutched her harder, "Let go." She growled angrily. The guards ignored her demand, Roma felt angry tears push the back of her eyes, "Let me go!"
"Keep your voice down, you cur!" Mika shouted at her, "I would have let you know-"
"Mika, that's enough!" The oldest prince, Paris, growled, regarding Mika with disappointed eyes, "You have said enough."
Mika said, "Sorry, Paris." He glowered at Roma but said nothing more.
"Roma," Darren started, "Why did you attack me?"
Roma curled her lip, "Because you don't want me."
"Slut." Paris, Arrow, and Vancha turned in their seats towards Mika, glaring at him. He cowered and said something under his breath, returning the look.
"Roma, what are you talking about?" Darren hissed at her, trying to keep his temper at a controllable state. "You don't want me to be your apprentice anymore!" Roma suddenly burst into beer-induced tears, surprising the guards who held her, "You don't want me!" Darren was surprised too, knowing Roma wasn't the one for crying.
"You need to explain yourself-"
"Make them let me go!" The young woman sobbed, shaking herself and trying to bite the guards.
"What? Gods Roma..." Darren shook his head, knowing this behavior anywhere. The vampire woman was drunk.
Roma hiccuped and held her head. Darren rolled his eyes, "What has she been doing?"
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...Okay, long time no see, huh?